Everything feels so damn overwhelming! I think maybe I
made a mistake getting Icelandic sheep. I can’t handle them – these days the thought of handling them makes me sick to my stomach – I don’t have good enough pasture; you have to be a biochemist to understand their nutritional requirements. And on and on. I am seriously wondering if I should find them a new (brave new) home. They just aren't like oth
I was at the Farmers’ Coop earlier, and Jeff, the manager, said ‘hi”. It went like this:
Jeff: ‘How is everything?’
Me: Well, the sheep are fine.
Jeff: ‘I was asking about the sheep owner.’
Me (almost tearing up): ‘Do you know? It is a luxury to wash my hair and do my laundry!’